Lyrics: Gloria Woods / Jalen Foster / Bryce Smith
Music: Gloria Woods / Jalen Foster / Bryce Smith
Shawty something bad and she red
Like my favorite color
Gangsta a*s ***** something ratchet
She come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame she on game
Get it from her brothers
She thick from the front natural
Junt got it from her mother
From her mother
From her mother
Uh that's a bad ***** for you
Red ***** with long hair that's
A bad ***** for you
White teeth french tip nails
That's a bad ***** for you
Only listenin' when you payin'
The bills that's a bad ***** for you
Glorilla
Middle fingers to my haters
All you ******* jealous
**** y'all
Been knew I was that *****
I didn't need a man to tell me
The ****
Crop tops in the wintertime
Showing off my flat a*s belly mmm
Gotta watch my back though
All these **** niggas
Wanna get me pregnant on God
I'm so damn fine
I don't mean to brag or nothing
I'm just sayin'
Nah **** that to be honest
I don't brag enough
Pop your ****
I like to flirt 'cause I be bored
And that **** fun as ****
Nah for real
He texted and said he fallin' for me
I replied that's tough ugh
I be where the money at let them tell it
I be hiding
Real ******* move in silence
Like the s inside of island
Fresher than a salad
I be dressing like a thousand island
Wherever ******* think they on
I be on that times a thousand
Shawty something bad and she red like
My favorite color
Gangsta a*s ***** something ratchet
She come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame she on game
Get it from her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt
Got it from her mother
From her mother
Uh that's a bad ***** for you
Red ***** with long hair that's
A bad ***** for you
White teeth french tip nails
That's a bad ***** for you
Only listenin' when you payin'
The bills that's a bad ***** for you
Said I'll never **** no rapper
***** now I'm feeling like I don't know
I'll **** like a slave master
Country nigga I'm straight from talleyho
Seven hundred fifty cash money
What I had when I walked in the door
Ain't trying to lead you on but I'm
Trying to tell ya boston richie go them goals
Post up like a totem pole
Boy stop playing I don't know them
H*es
Pay ya rent talking pay ya
Car note bill and buy some clothes
Boston richie done ran up seven
Ms and still gone trap some os
Flood that ***** with these brand
New hundreds I'll teach a nigga
How to trap a h*e
I can smell that ********
Through the wind but I got a trapper nose
Spend that money I make it do what it do
I bet them smackers know
Trying to play it cool on some rapper ****
But I'm trying play it close
I just text dank said if glo want me
Imma get an ap two tone
Shawty something bad and she
Red like my favorite color
Gangsta a*s ***** something ratchet
She come from the gutter
Shawty ain't a lame she on game
Get it from her brothers
She thick from the front natural junt
Got it from her mother
From her mother
From her mother
Uh that's a bad ***** for you
Red ***** with long hair that's
A bad ***** for you
White teeth french tip nails
That's a bad ***** for you
Only listenin' when you payin'
The bills that's a bad ***** for you